While Peter Parker fantasized, Carol and Emma looked over the drawing at the city records office.
“Well ladies,” the city architect pointed at a set of crosses that ran across the inside of the building instead of a maze of rooms, “The perfect open building architecture. These celling arches allow you to reconfigure each floor almost any way you want. Aside from the elevators and stair here.”
“So…” Carol sighed, “There is no way of knowing what we are getting into here?”
“Well I can tell you this much,” the public employee flipped some pages and pointed at a sealed room in the basement, “This ‘dungeon heart’ as it is labeled, is the one place you can’t modify to your heart’s content.”
“The dungeon heart?” Emma said the phrase aloud just to hear the words.
*
The dungeon heart pulsed with energy and activity as it reformatted itself, the building would ensure that its’ new owners would make constant use of its’ dungeon heart, it’s love dungeon heart…
Among the other changes happening in the building preparing for its’ newest lovelies, the four master bedrooms were altering themselves to represent each one’s tastes. Inside of each master bedroom was a bath suite and personal changing room. Each room changed to match their new owner. Emma’s became white granite and silver with white painted oak furniture. A white lamb skin stool sat in front of the vanity. Peter’s changing room took shape with an Ikea efficiency. Carol’s room formed into a sort of barracks room with open hanger spaces and built in drawers each with a slot for a label. Sue’s took the homeliest appearance, one befitting a mother with accents of a MILF porn star.
In the back of each changing room another doorway appeared, one that led to the inside of the sealed room in the basement…